Name: John Rush
Location: North Carolina
Crew: Verbal Assassins
Age: 17

I ve be rhyming for not even a year now but i have always been a fan of hip-hop ever since i was a shorty watching crush grooving at my pops house. I dont rhyme seriously but i love it and it keep me out of trouble. My favorite emcee is tupac because he was one of the only rappers that rap with alot of emtion. I play high school basketball and is probaly gonna commit to UCLA next year.

this was just a little something i did while i was sick i will have some songs comin soon.

Written Examples of skills:

live inside madison square time for the heavywiegt lyrical fight to begin/ lyrics so deadly the ink commiting suicide inside my pen/ /shaming little broads so bad they trying to hire dr kovorkian so they life can end/thinking you kicking nice shit but if you finally do let me know when/ with out a doubt another lyrical knockout/beat you out ya shoes so u gotta walk home barefooted and pout /if you want ya lyrical to grow listen to ya momma and eat some bean sprouts/and get a filter so you can only kick nice shit out ya mouth/yo me and crew from the zoo robbing niggaz/and slapping hoes out that gucci/make ya wish you could reverse and jump back in ya momma coochie/and hide from us there for nine more months/ and the end of those nine months/you wont be nada but ya pops cum /wishing that he wore and lifestyles glove/cuase with my crew you get no love /even god looking at you ashamed up above/branded ya soul like farm cattle/all of this just cause you wanted to battle/after my 10th bar you thought ya life would be spared/but now you in heaven getting a brand new soul and ya old one repaired/i rob niggaz daily like the kids on tv do thier chores/pay my debt with crackhead whores/before i was born i battled jesus and the holy ghost when i was bored/to save the hip-hop community i was born with no vocal cords/but then came along the internet THANK YOU LORD/now i got the chance to leave online emcees hurt/ripping em like hulk hogan yellow t-shirt/whew shit god-damn/lyrical so advanced make einstiens theorie look like green eggs and ham.

I see a lotta dissin goin lately / But like an earthquake none of yall emcees can hold ya ground wit me / On a scale of 1- a million im a billion and 33 / Claiming that yall hardcore that yall bust teks / Look in ya gun cabinet you don’t even own a watergun yet / Yea kid im talkin to you and you can get ya mom and tell it / Embarrass like Rosie o donnel did to tom seleck / Jumping on ya ass like a jumbo trampiline / On fire like gasoline (know what I mean) / So fuckin ill I got the president of MIB / Trying to recruit me to be the top MC / And battle all the aliens from the planet of Ivory / So I can be crowned the greatest emcee in the the milkyway / So advanced this battle is takin place yesterday / Yall can diss each other but none of yall want it me / Have yall makin Service Announcement for me to stop dissing you like Master P / But fuck that shit nobody can get me to stop it / Once I pick it up the beef the a fat man ill never drop it / Do be bashful let everybody know that ill be beat you / So bad that we you sign on AOL won’t even greet you / Ya own family pretending to never meet you / I do this for fun fuck the fame / To make them fair to other rappers I cant even have a stage name / So I gotta go by my real one but I still shine son / Your know friend of mine / Turn this DSC MC section into the library at columbine / That all it gotta say much less / *No animals were seriously in this process